#Expectations

A young life born in the graveyard,
Out of the mother’s womb, whose body lay still,
Amidst the tears, he smiled with love,
Alas, it was raining tears that day.

Soon got the wings, and a reason to fly,
Flew high & high, oh the innocence of it,
Past the birds, past the worlds
Past the planes and past the sun

Saw a black spot in the sky,
Unheralded he rushed towards it
The devil at its purest or just another theory
Explored the answers to the unknown questions

About to touch the uncertainty of a certain world,
He fell down to the ground,
Bogged by the string strapped on his back
Someone pulled his world down

He coughed up blood, mumbled his last words,
The innocence was gone, the laughter was gone
Oh, the curious nature of our curiosity
Took a naive child with it

A young man born in the graveyard
Out of the child’s body as it laid still
Amidst the blood, a wounded soul arose
Alas, it was raining blood that day.

Started running all along the ground
Faster and faster, whispering with the wind
With one eye at the star, he looked up
The stars kept changing, his existence didn’t

Realised, his world was in circles and round it went
Tired, he fell down to the ground,
Controlled by the string strapped on his back
Someone shut his world down

He coughed up blood, mumbled his last words,
The wind was gone, the whisper was gone,
Oh, the limitlessness of our thoughts
Took the dreamy eyes with it

An old man born in the graveyard
Out of the man’s body as it laid still
Amidst the chaos, a tired soul arose
Alas it was storming that day

He started crawling, no strap on his back
He could see the sky, he could feel the wind,
He wanted to fly, he wanted to run
But his body was frail, his shadow was tired

The old man died in the graveyard
In the weary soil as it laid still
Amidst the silence, the cloud suddenly burst
He went home with the angels that day